"Evelyn Percival. Doesn't it sound pretty?"[Pg 18]
"Bridget, my dear, before you come into the schoolroom I must request that you go upstairs and change your dress.""People will like you here too," she said. "I am certain you are very good-natured; come and let me[Pg 19] show you some of our snug little arrangements in the common room, and then I think it will be time for bed."
"Yes, Olive; I'm very busy. Do you want anything?"
Janet turned at the sound of her name, and came quickly up to her mistress. She looked slight, pale, and almost insignificant beside the full, blooming, luxuriously made girl, who, resting one hand in a [Pg 15]nonchalant manner on the back of her chair, was looking full at her with laughing bright eyes."Why did you speak so sharply to her, Olive?" exclaimed Dorothy. "After all, her curiosity is but natural—I must even own that I share it myself."
"You can please yourself about that," said Miss Patience, in her calmest voice. She left the room, closing the door behind her.
"I know we've all been awfully naughty, but we didn't think Caspar would mind the boughs. He turned sharp round and something happened to the wheels of the carriage—and—and—oh, Mrs. Freeman, do come. I think Evelyn must be dead, she's lying so still."
Miss Collingwood was turning away, when her mistress stretched out her hand and drew her back.
"When will that be?"